The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 149 Rewo Town

There is only one hotel in Rewo, which also functions as a tavern, so it is always overcrowded.

There is no need to grow crops in winter, and men have already saved their spare money to come here to party, play cards, throw dice, and smoke. It sounds like they have nothing to do, but these simple little things are important social activities in the countryside, and even the marriage of two families Matters can also be decided in the tavern.

Now it is November, which is Ramadan of Baijiao. Believers cannot drink alcohol or eat meat, but people have invented a new way to enjoy fine wine.

For a small fee, the owner of the inn put a shallow plate on each table, poured a thin layer of wine in it, and let it evaporate naturally.It didn't take long for the whole room to be filled with the smell of fine wine, just like usual.

Despite all the bad things that have happened lately, they are still able to put them down for a rowdy game of cards and cigarettes with friends in the midst of such taboo fun.
Until the door was slammed open, creating a cuboid void in the tobacco smoke.

They stopped what they were doing and looked together, and let out a groan when they saw the strong figure of the stranger who walked in.

"Boss, two rooms, two dinners, what do you want?" Clayton didn't care. He found an empty table and threw the ax on the table to occupy a seat. He walked to the counter to pay the bill. Julier Si also pulled out a chair at the round table and sat down.

The young owner of the tavern didn't rush to urge the cook immediately, but pondered for a moment, then bent down suddenly, took out a two-handed sword from the hidden compartment of the counter and threw it on the table.

"The atmosphere is right now." He said cheerfully, with a touch of antiquity in his tone. "Welcome back to the tavern in the era of no gunpowder - the famous "Song of the Siren". Here you can get drunk with good wine and sleep with beautiful women."

Although the real name of this inn is not Siren's Song, but at this moment, the guests bring battle axes, and the owner wields long swords, and everything becomes harmonious.

Not only Clayton, other regular customers were also amused by him, and a drinker shouted loudly.

"Outlander, the one standing in front of you is the Lord of Rewo, the grandson of the old Sir Pei Lun, little Pei Lun, get ready to salute!"

"To little Pei Lun!" The other drinkers raised their glasses and shouted, Julius mingled among them and booed together.

Under the joyful atmosphere, the kindness is hard to be suppressed. Clayton couldn't help smiling and took a step back with his right foot. He took off his hat and bowed to the young man in an aristocratic manner. The latter wiped his hands with his apron and showed the same courtesy Return the courtesy and be polite.

When the boss raised his head, the laughter hadn't dissipated, and he blushed a little.

"Well, what they say is true, but that's all in the past. But you, guest, you seem to be a person who is good at finding joy. Although it is only a small town in Gewo, I dare say you will Had a lot of fun here.”

"Thank you." Clayton put on his hat and nodded to him with a smile.

Little Pei Lun gave him two keys: "The two rooms at the back of the upper floor are still vacant."

"Change the room for the newcomers, otherwise there will be a monkey face next to them, that idiot is a cocky freak!" One of the drinkers yelled loudly, causing a chaotic echo, but there were also people with strange faces and silence. Silent.

"But we don't have many rooms here, only those two are still available."

Although Clayton doesn't know who Monkey Face is, it's clear that this person is unpopular.

He looked at little Pei Lun, waiting for the other party's explanation.

But before Pei Lun had time to speak, a loud sound of heels hitting wooden boards came down from the stairs, and everyone fell silent for a while.

Da, da, da, da, da
That sounded like something high-heeled boots would make.

Clayton was familiar with the sound, since high-heeled boots, the standard equipment of cavalry, help keep the feet in place in the stirrups.However, in recent years, cavalry costumes have been favored by the fashion industry, and some young gentlemen who love fancy clothes are willing to wear one or two pieces in the city to show their heroic temperament.

But the one coming down the stairs at the moment is not very heroic.

This gentleman is wearing a very beautiful blue dress, with two rows of shiny gold buttons on the chest, and a corner of the cuffs revealing a high-end woolen underwear inside, dark brown deerskin high-heeled boots on his feet, The top is covered with silk white gloves that radiate delicate pearly light under the candlelight.

However, this glamorous attire could not conceal his thin and hunched figure, as well as his ugly and terrifying face.

The skin of the face was smooth pink as if healed from a burn, the eyes had no eyebrows, and the chestnut hair was very thick and short.But this advantage is not enough to save his appearance.His nose was low and collapsed, only a little higher than the skull, revealing two dark hollows.

As soon as Clayton saw this gentleman, he concluded that he had an extraordinary vengeful heart and an extremely tenacious will, and that his parents might be some well-known rich man.If he lacks any of the above, he is not good enough to deal with the ridicule of the world and himself in the mirror.

This gentleman clearly possessed at least a strong sense of vindictiveness.

In the silence, his cold gaze swept around, and he only stopped for a moment at Clayton, whom he had never met before, before turning to the innkeeper Pei Lun.

"Old rules."

"It's ready for you, Mr. Huth." Pei Lun greeted the kitchen, and a ten-year-old child came out with a large tray full of food, including red wine and a dozen roasts. Intestines, steaks of unknown origin, sheep or beef, and a whole fat chicken, which are usually not the amount for one person.

The ugly gentleman quickly took the child upstairs, and he didn't want to stay downstairs for a moment. As soon as he left, the lively movement downstairs resumed. thing.

"I thought it was Ramadan." Clayton looked away from the gentleman.

Pei Lun shrugged: "That's the way it is, but we have to make money from atheists. That's business."

The lieutenant was very pleased with these words, and his smile appeared again:
"Coincidentally, I'm an atheist too. Do you have any fat hens here?"

"That was the last one just now, but there is still plenty of tender lamb. So, do you want a lamb pie?"

The bad luck continued but the lamb wasn't bad either.Clayton asked for three, and Pei Lun turned around and went into the kitchen to inform the cook, and then came out again.

"If it weren't for you friends from other places, I wouldn't be able to deal with such a large flock of sheep." He said happily.

"How to say?"

"Recently a lurking beast has been attacking the animal sheds, causing people to panic. If it is unfortunate enough to be spotted by it-it will definitely not pay for the meat, so people have begun to sell livestock at a reduced price, taking as much risk as possible. transferred to someone else."

Pei Lun took a breath and complained: "I bought a lot of sheep while the market was going. This was a completely wrong decision. They are really the most troublesome animals I have ever served."

Clayton agreed deeply: "I understand, if they are left alone, these beasts can almost eat the foundation."

As he spoke, he looked around from the corner of his eye and saw that no one was paying attention, so he took out the doom jewel and wrapped the chain around his finger so that the other party would not subconsciously take it away.

"By the way, have you seen this necklace? Maybe some girl in the town once wore it."

There are not many ivory portraits of young girls, and he suspects that this may be an exclusive gift for a certain girl.Although the tomb robber Big Paul found this thing on the side of Revo, it doesn't mean that the necklace must belong to someone in Revo. It may also have rushed down from the upper reaches and just ran aground here.

But he still has to ask, so as to distinguish the situation.

Pei Lun propped his elbows on the counter, looked at the part where his face was close to the small photo frame, and quickly shook his head.

"I haven't seen it, but you can ask Lawrence, he is a jewelry craftsman in the town, maybe he made this thing."

Clayton thanked him and returned to his seat to wait.

Julius moved a chair over, and he had been listening to the conversation between Clayton and the hotel owner.

"So you're going to see Lawrence tomorrow?"

"I suppose so. What else do you think?"

"I suggest going to the river to check first." Amidst the noise, the mage made a suggestion, but his tone was firm.

"Although it has been confirmed that the misfortune on your body comes from this necklace, it does not mean that there are no other threats. The conditions that form the mist of misfortune may also breed night demon spirits. It may take a month or two, but from you It's been a while since I got this necklace. And I need to consume mana to find a solution to the fog of doom, so I can't deal with it at the same time."

Clayton raised his eyebrows: "So my encounter with the demon spirit may cause double bad luck?"

"Around that."

The mage nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "I don't know what makes your current bad luck suppressed to the lowest state, maybe it's power, or maybe the werewolf has a closer connection with Dark Moon, so your luck hasn't really been emptied. But once you meet a demon spirit and become possessed by it, you will gradually go crazy, reenacting the last period of the demon spirit's life, and finally die in the same way."

"Could it be that werewolves can also hit ghosts?" Clayton condensed the mage's warning and asked back.

He had never heard of such rumors.

Although it is not something to brag about, the lieutenant is confident that he must have heard more ghost stories from his parents when he was a child than anyone around him.That's not only Dorn's, but also the folklore of Mansis.

Julius was also taken aback, apparently he had never heard of anything similar.

Darkin seem to be resistant to the ability of ghosts to possess, even using their bodies to summon demonic possession requires them to be weakened first.

After being stunned for a while, he calmed down and reiterated:
"Safety first."

Clayton had nothing to refute, so he nodded.

　Sprained my finger while assembling the bookshelf.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)